The truth became so near.
Vision, which once was so occluded;
now my sight

seems so clear.

The road i walk on moans with pain
as i take these steps down Memory's
dark and ruined lane.
And clouds of ash rain down despair.

The silence speaks eloquently of destruction;
The telltale scars are everywhere.
But now i stare in disbelief
from my seat, the blackened throne of remembrance
No structure left standing, no thing uncorrupted with grief

Can i

carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open...
Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself)

The truth derailed by fear.
Vision, once in terror secluded;
now i fight
to get clear.

And though i shiver i am warm
the fires of desolation a comfort
on this ruined form.

All things within view
have been painted with a palette
drained of life

And though i turn to walk away
i cannot escape
that which is carried inside

So should i

carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open...
Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself)

But i still

carry on, though hope is dead inside me and life is foreign
Carrion, the ones that feed on the dead find a home within me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself

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